The Billionaire's Heir (Tycoon Billionaires 4)

Ivan ran a lube-covered finger between Samira’s butt cheeks and rubbed the gel into her rim. It was cold, but erotic to be touched in such a sensitive place. She gasped as pleasure whooshed through her, pulling her out of reality. She tried to stay in control – because she didn’t want to miss one fantastic second – but her urgent lust was overwhelming.

“You’re so hot, sweetheart,” Ivan said. “My naughty wife.”

Ivan spanked her a couple of times on the ass, making her groan as he continued to thrust his cock between her thighs. Samira reached up and fondled her clit, unable to keep her hands off herself. She groaned like an animal as he eased one finger into her rim, sliding it in and out slowly, treating her to an incredible anal finger-fuck and loosening her for the main event. Samira pushed back against his finger, taking him deeper. She glanced over her shoulder and grinned – feeling herself already getting lost in pleasure. This was delicious, but it was nothing compared to where it was headed.

Ivan grinned mischievously into her eyes. She saw him slowly rubbing the lubricant into his powerful erection with his other hand. “I can’t wait to be fucking your tight warm wonderful ass. Ready for me?”

“Ready.”

He grabbed his cock and guided it toward her butt, then he gently thrust his hips forward and eased the head into her rim, slowly pushing it inside. Even with the lube, this was much tighter than vaginal sex, but it felt glorious – despite the slight discomfort and unusual sensation. The tip of Ivan’s cock penetrated her further and the ecstasy tingled up her spine, pushing her fo

rward so that her upper-body sunk to the bed. She rested her face on one cheek, feeling incredible, strewn with her ass in the air, waiting to be fucked hard by her husband. She breathed heavily, trying to relax as Ivan gently penetrated her further.

“Feels so good.” he grunted, gently easing her ass cheeks apart.

“It’s amazing…”

Being gentle and considerate, Ivan rocked his hips and pushed himself deeper inside. Being connected in this way was tender – even though it was the most arousing thing Samira had ever experienced. She flinched slightly as his huge cock stretched her ass.

“Ow – ahh!”

“Okay, babe?” Ivan asked.

“Okay,” Samira whispered with a grin. “It’s definitely okay.”

“You’re so tight around me,” Ivan said. “I love it. Okay for me to carry on, huh?”

“Please carry on…”

“I love to hear you beg,” he said with a chuckle.

Samira laughed too, biting her lip as he leaned his weight into her and entered her body deeply. She yelped again, but she could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure – the sensation was raw lust.

Ivan slapped her on the ass again, then he wrapped his forearms around her hips and pulled himself even deeper so that they moved as one. He rocked his pelvis and ground himself against her, using his knees against the bed as leverage. Samira could feel his balls banging against her butt as he fell into a steady rhythm, which made her feel dominated – as if they were wild animals fucking. She scrunched the comforter in her fingers as Ivan thrust into her, grunting with animalistic joy, speeding them both toward supreme euphoria. Ivan reached around and rubbed Samira’s clit with his lube covered fingers, shooting even more delight into her brain. She tensed, realizing she was going to climax. It was as if the pleasure was coming from everywhere – there were a thousand hands touching her, pulling her toward climactic glee. Her sense of self began to fade and there was only this spectacular sensation of joy.

Ivan grunted as he thrust. “Who do you belong to, Samira Quinlan, huh? Tell me.”

“You… Ivan!”

An overwhelming sense that she was a part of the universe engulfed Samira, as a glorious rush of ecstasy welled up from her hips and swept through her body – filling every cell with delight. She heard herself groaning as Ivan thrust extra deep, letting out a loud moan as he came. The orgasm swirled around them, binding them together, and possessing them both.

Samira’s mind washed with contentment as she slowly glided back to reality. She bent her arms at the elbows, allowing her head to hang – recovering from the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had, out of breath, but grinning like crazy.

“Oh my god,” she said, gasping.

She glanced over her shoulder and saw that Ivan’s eyes were full of love. “It was awesome, sweetheart. You’re awesome.”

“I love you, Ivan Quinlan.”

“I love you so much, Samira. So much.”

He respectfully withdrew and they kissed. They started to get comfy on the pillows, but Samira heard Quin cry out, so she went to get him – bringing him back to snuggle in Ivan’s arms.

“He’s perfect,” Ivan said. “Just like his mommy.”

“And his daddy.”

“I can’t wait to see him grow up. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You and him. My beautiful wife and son.”